Josh awoke with a yawn and stretched for the ceiling as he awoke. There was
a cheerful look in his eye and as he strode across the room for his clothes
for the day, he couldn't help but sing out, 'It's a beautiful Monday
morning!' From the bed next to him, came a groan. Josh's stepbrother Drake
rolled over and shot Josh a dirty look.
"Beautiful Monday morning?" Drake asked, starting to climb down the ladder to his bed. Josh smiled and nodded.
"The sun is out, birds are chirping, and its time for another week of school! I'm just glad that summer is finally over and we are getting back on track of school. Oh how this year is flying by so quickly . . . I can even feel a slight breeze going past my face," Josh said poking at his pudgy cheek. Drake raised his eyebrows and grabbed for a pair of jeans on the couch.
"Josh, it's only the third week of school . . .and there is no way it's going by fast. I miss summer," he said changing his pants, and then began searching for a clean shirt. He picked up a light blue ringer tee, sniffed it and tossed it to Josh. "Does that smell clean to you?" he asked. Josh sniffed it and immediately pulled it away from his face.
"No!" Josh threw the shirt into a basket that sat by the door. "Maybe if you did your laundry ever once and a while you'd have some clean clothes," Josh said sternly. Drake shrugged and reached under his bed, pulling out a tight black tee with the word FAMOUS on the front is white letters. Drake sniffed it and shrugged.
"Good enough," he said pulling it over his head.
"That is disgusting Drake, if I were your mother, you'd be grounded for a week." Drake rolled his eyes.
"Well you're not my mother, are you?" Drake said fed up with Josh and his nonsense, then headed for the door. He didn't leave before adding, "Oh yeah, isn't that the shirt you wore when you tried to ask Connie Fisher on a date? She told me how her and all her friends had a good laugh about the biggest dork in school asking her out." Josh crossed his arms and cocked one eyebrow, knowing Drake and Connie weren't even friends.
"When did she tell you this?" he asked. Drake smiled evilly and clapped his hands together and rubbed them.
"After she blew me in the backseat of YOUR car," Drake said dropping the bomb, then ran off somewhere to let Josh cool down. Sure, he felt bad about telling him what he and Connie did, in the back of HIS car, but the expression on his face was priceless. Josh looked down at the ground and slowly lowered his body to the couch. So Connie tells him 'Maybe, we'll see what I'm doing this weekend,' then goes and blows Drake? Josh didn't get it, he didn't understand it.
"Why would she do that? I thought Connie and me were friends . . ." From downstairs, Drake called up to Josh.
"Lets go buddy, we are going to be late to school!" he called up. Josh nodded slowly to himself and looked around the room until he found Drakes Billabong sweatshirt that Grammie sent him for Christmas. It was two sizes to big for him, but fit Josh perfectly as he slipped it over his head. It was the only 'cool' article of clothing he had, and even though it was hot, he would just have to bear with it, he thought as he walked downstairs, slightly dazed.
"Beautiful Monday morning?" Drake asked, starting to climb down the ladder to his bed. Josh smiled and nodded.
"The sun is out, birds are chirping, and its time for another week of school! I'm just glad that summer is finally over and we are getting back on track of school. Oh how this year is flying by so quickly . . . I can even feel a slight breeze going past my face," Josh said poking at his pudgy cheek. Drake raised his eyebrows and grabbed for a pair of jeans on the couch.
"Josh, it's only the third week of school . . .and there is no way it's going by fast. I miss summer," he said changing his pants, and then began searching for a clean shirt. He picked up a light blue ringer tee, sniffed it and tossed it to Josh. "Does that smell clean to you?" he asked. Josh sniffed it and immediately pulled it away from his face.
"No!" Josh threw the shirt into a basket that sat by the door. "Maybe if you did your laundry ever once and a while you'd have some clean clothes," Josh said sternly. Drake shrugged and reached under his bed, pulling out a tight black tee with the word FAMOUS on the front is white letters. Drake sniffed it and shrugged.
"Good enough," he said pulling it over his head.
"That is disgusting Drake, if I were your mother, you'd be grounded for a week." Drake rolled his eyes.
"Well you're not my mother, are you?" Drake said fed up with Josh and his nonsense, then headed for the door. He didn't leave before adding, "Oh yeah, isn't that the shirt you wore when you tried to ask Connie Fisher on a date? She told me how her and all her friends had a good laugh about the biggest dork in school asking her out." Josh crossed his arms and cocked one eyebrow, knowing Drake and Connie weren't even friends.
"When did she tell you this?" he asked. Drake smiled evilly and clapped his hands together and rubbed them.
"After she blew me in the backseat of YOUR car," Drake said dropping the bomb, then ran off somewhere to let Josh cool down. Sure, he felt bad about telling him what he and Connie did, in the back of HIS car, but the expression on his face was priceless. Josh looked down at the ground and slowly lowered his body to the couch. So Connie tells him 'Maybe, we'll see what I'm doing this weekend,' then goes and blows Drake? Josh didn't get it, he didn't understand it.
"Why would she do that? I thought Connie and me were friends . . ." From downstairs, Drake called up to Josh.
"Lets go buddy, we are going to be late to school!" he called up. Josh nodded slowly to himself and looked around the room until he found Drakes Billabong sweatshirt that Grammie sent him for Christmas. It was two sizes to big for him, but fit Josh perfectly as he slipped it over his head. It was the only 'cool' article of clothing he had, and even though it was hot, he would just have to bear with it, he thought as he walked downstairs, slightly dazed.